Succubus, (Samantha and her Stepson)

"Shit!" Samantha said, watching the TV as she felt sweaty.

She hadn't been able to get a hold of her husband John, and she knew what had happened. She remembered him saying yesterday that his secretary, Janice, seemed sick, so she knew it was the virus, and John had probably succumbed to her advances.

"Sam?" A voice called out as she heard the door open and close. "Sam, are you here?"

It was Glen, her stepson. She didn't know what to tell him about his father, but the worst thing was she was suddenly thinking about how handsome he was and was curious about how big his cock was. Was it as big as John's, or was it bigger?

"Dammit!" She said, quickly realizing it was too late for her before Glen entered the living room.

"Sam. Oh good, you're okay. I think something is going on. People are acting strange. I also can't get a hold of Dad. Is he home?"

"No, he's not," she said trying not to make eye contact with him.

"Shit. Look, we have to get out of here then. We can stop by his office and get him and then get the Hell out of the city before......"

"It's too late, Glen," she said in a low voice. "You need to go. Go to our cabin in New Hampshire and try to wait it out."

"What? What do you mean it's too late. You're coming with me. I won't leave you behind."

"We just got reports of more of these demonic creatures downtown. As you can see here I...... oh shit!" The newswoman said as a few winged creatures landed on the street, one of them looking very familiar. "Oh God, no, please!" She yelled before he grabbed her and started ripping her clothes off while a sexy-looking succubus with red skin and borns approached the cameraman, making him drop the camera before she tackled him to the ground and began having her way with him on live TV.

"No, it can't....." Glen said realizing the male demon he saw on TV was his father. "We have to go now," he said, grabbing Samantha's hand, feeling how sweaty it was before she finally looked at him. "No, oh please God no," he said as he realized what she meant before.

"You need to go...... before....."

"No, I can't. I can't leave you," he said with sadness in his voice.

"It's okay, Glen, I'll be okay."

"No..... how long does it take?" He asked.

"I've heard two hours, less if......."

Glen looked at her as she lowered her eyes to the floor. He couldn't leave her, even though he knew what it would mean for him as well; he didn't want to let her go through this alone and was scared as her body began to change.

"I'll stay," he said, not letting go of her hand.

"Don't be stupid. Get to safety, you have your whole life....."

"Sam, look outside," he said, pointing to the chaos in the streets below and the sexual sounds still coming from the TV. "There's nowhere to go, and I can't let you go through this alone."

Sam looked up into her stepson's eyes as tears flowed from hers. "I'm scared," she said before Glen threw his arms around her to comfort her, trying to fight this sudden lust for her that was building as he knew what was going to happen in the next few hours.

Samantha was a very attractive woman, and of course, the whole stepmom porn scenario had crossed Glen's mind once or twice in his life since his father had married her. He never acted on it and never would have, but given the circumstances, he knew it was going to happen, but he still cared for her and couldn't abandon her during this crisis.

She had been there for him when others hadn't. His Mom died when he was young, and Samantha had been there for him. She never wanted to replace his mother, but still, she took care of him when he was sick, patching him up when he was hurt and being there when his heart had been broken. This virus was going to do horrible things, but he would never be able to forgive himself if he abandoned her to this fate to save himself.